رَبِّ اِكفِني حَسرَةَ النَدامَةِ في ال

رَبِّ اِكفِني حَسرَةَ النَدامَةِ في ال

عُقبى فَإِنّي مُحالِفُ النَدَمِ

عُقبى فَإِنّي مُحالِفُ النَدَمِ

My Lord, spare me the anguish of remorse in the

My Lord, spare me the regret of remorse in the future, for I am one who is inclined to regret.

hereafter, for I am an ally of regret.

Injustice is in a glowing ember, so if the draught of water were offered, it would not be mixed with my blood.

وَالظُلمُ في وَقدَةٍ فَلَو عَرَضَت

وَالظُلمُ في وَقدَةٍ فَلَو عَرَضَت

شُربَةُ ماءٍ لَما غَلَت بِدَمي

شُربَةُ ماءٍ لَما غَلَت بِدَمي

And injustice is ablaze; were there to appear

And there was no weakness in our clouds, nor ailment for us, nor loss.

a draught of water, it would not be too dear at the price of my blood.

Your pardon is for the soul while it is able, though its body is like vanishing dust to the feet.

وَلَم يَكُن في غَمامِنا وَشَلٌ

وَلَم يَكُن في غَمامِنا وَشَلٌ

وَلا قَليبٍ لَنا وَلا أَدَمُ

وَلا قَليبٍ لَنا وَلا أَدَمُ

And there was no trickle of water in our clouds,

The eye does not distinguish when it sees Him—what is between a palm that is distinct from a foot.

nor in a well of ours, nor in leather skins.

And the King within us is the one poor for what is incumbent upon Him from the service of servants.

عَفوَكَ لِلروحِ وَهيَ قادِرَةٌ

عَفوَكَ لِلروحِ وَهيَ قادِرَةٌ

وَجِسمُها كَالهَباءِ لِلقِدَمِ

وَجِسمُها كَالهَباءِ لِلقِدَمِ

Grant the soul Your pardon, while it has power,

One servant suffices You and a thousand do not satisfy him if he lasts while they do not last.

and its body is like dust through age.

And how can good fortune be hoped for in a time whose ease returns to nonexistence?

لا تَفرُقُ العَينُ حينَ تُبصِرُهُ

لا تَفرُقُ العَينُ حينَ تُبصِرُهُ

ما بَينَ كَفٍّ تَبينُ مِن قَدَمِ

ما بَينَ كَفٍّ تَبينُ مِن قَدَمِ

The eye, when it beholds it, cannot distinguish

between a visible palm and a foot.

وَالمَلكُ فينا هُوَ الفَقيرُ لِما

وَالمَلكُ فينا هُوَ الفَقيرُ لِما

يَلزَمَهُ مِن مَعونَةِ الخَدَمِ

يَلزَمَهُ مِن مَعونَةِ الخَدَمِ

And the king among us is the needy one, because of what

he needs in the way of servants' help.

يَكفيكَ عَبدٌ وَلَيسَ يُقنِعُهُ

يَكفيكَ عَبدٌ وَلَيسَ يُقنِعُهُ

أَلفٌ وَكَم دُمتَ وَهوَ لَم يَدُمِ

أَلفٌ وَكَم دُمتَ وَهوَ لَم يَدُمِ

One slave suffices you; he is not satisfied by

a thousand. How often you have endured while he did not!

وَكَيفَ تُرجى السُعودُ في زَمَنٍ

وَكَيفَ تُرجى السُعودُ في زَمَنٍ

يَسارُهُ راجِعٌ إِلى العَدَمِ

يَسارُهُ راجِعٌ إِلى العَدَمِ

And how can good fortune be hoped for in an age

whose wealth is returning to nothingness?